Farm Girl's Manor

Shengsheng was quite tempted by the seemingly fun activity, and she nodded repeatedly. After washing her hands clean in a basin filled with fresh water and wiping them dry, she imitated Mo Yan and carefully wrapped a small ball of dough around the lotus paste and egg yolk.

But Shengsheng probably really didn’t have the knack for such delicate tasks. As she rolled the dough back into a ball and reached for the mold beside her to put it inside, the dough brushed against the edge of the mold and, with a plop, it fell to the ground.

Now, Shengsheng truly felt like crying. She stared blankly at the "corpse" of dough on the ground, then back at her empty hands, blinked, and her eyes instantly reddened.

This look of on-the-verge-of-tears was absolutely heart-wrenching, and Mo Yan and Xin Er felt very sorry for her. One quickly put down the dough, and the other quickly put down the salted egg, comforting their sister, whose tears were already glistening on her eyelashes, from both sides.

"Wu wu—I, am I really useless, can’t even, even do this little thing well, and keep on, keep on causing you guys trouble!" Shengsheng said, even more upset as her two sisters comforted her, letting her tears fall as she sobbed.

"No no no, Shengsheng, you’re great, you’re amazing, you’re just not practiced. After a few more tries, you’ll get it!" Xin Er, faced with her little sister’s teary eyes, wished she could present all the beautiful things in the world to make her happy.

She stretched out her hand and continued, "Look at your sister’s hands. When I first learned embroidery, I pricked my fingers until they swelled like radishes every day, but I haven’t pricked them since. It’s only because I embroidered many handkerchiefs that they’re like this. Once you get practiced, you’ll definitely make the best mooncakes."

Shengsheng looked at Xin Er’s slender white fingers, seeing not a single pinhole, and gradually stopped sobbing, "Really? If I practice more, I can really make them well?"